Project Rainbow

Sweetness In your, little kiss I know that there is something you are speaking to me Through your Small laughs Freckles decide to dance Upon your neck and you entice me to eat Oh what is there to know i do not Know What is there to see that i can’t See What is there to say So much inside my heart i just Hmmmmm Salty Like the ocean underneath my toes Soothing Lapping up the sweat with my nose I can smell the ins and outs Oh what is there to know i do not Know What is there to see that i can’t See What is there to say So much inside my heart i just Hmmmmm Spicy Zinnging in my eyes it’s like Ping pong ball Back and forth the energy zips Throuuugh and I crave the exhileration down my spine Oh what is there to know i do not Know What is there to see that i can’t See What is there to say So much inside my heart i just Hmmmmm

There is constant pressure in my chest that can only be healed by being squeezed tighter or inhaling a substance that releases the lungs in placid breathing It is created by the men that try to restrict my breathing who tell me that an inappropriate touch is not enough to do something about who say that I am just causing a rucas and put up a facade to meet with me as I cry in pain but they have better things to do like take away my freedom ask for me to be a vessel of a life, i don't want to bear

Looking into the mirror at my freckles reminds me of yours your long brown curly hair I wanted to stick my fingers through it I wanted to braid it Remember how bad I wanted to braid it? You said you had never felt that sensation before So I sat you beside my thigh and then the bed broke The third date in and I broke your bed god damn We tried to fix it and failed instead of deciding to set the mattress on the floor I am sorry I broke your bed I was so excited I couldn't help but bounce a bit Because I was gonna braid a cute girl's hair And I did. Perfectly tied up enough to reach your neck to kiss you and who could have ever thought a penis would be so soft? who could have ever known your neck would be so inviting and your moans so tasty in my ears I learned And I savored but it all went too quick And I don't know when it will come back again But I broke your bed At least you will have that part of me and I will be your first hair braider. I am s

This time last year I was hoping I would be sitting right here This time last year I wanted to run out of the high school halls into a new country into the arms of someone who I hadn't met before and now I am here writing an essay on the magic of queer love and it warms my little heart to think that past me is sitting here dreaming with me

It is raining like on the day we sat in the sun and it disintegrated into bits of the sky falling into our eyes but this water didn't sting like the ocean on our new wounds this rain washes and provides a silky smooth arm to hold onto water is not lubricating water the universal solvent solve me will you solve this knot of a heart being so far from home building a home with scraps I find on the street mattresses in boxes clothes with the air sucked from them pillows that were going to be soaked from the tears of the sky may absorb the moisture from my face of missing what was and what could be

Where my love has gone this past school year In a photo of you kissing my rabbit your eyes look at the camera the same way you looked at me when you were between my thighs why is that she used to dress up and you didn't bother to cut your hair maybe I didn't care back then why do I now? You scratched your name into the skin of my city and I smile and feel pain when I see it now It is close enough for me to casually walk by, but then why do I avoid those streets in my mind it weird to see pictures of her with rope marks around her neck and then remember how she made me feel like I was the one choking And all through of this I see the rainbows rabbits, cats, art, passion, and personality shine through weird to see you growing and I didn't even realize the space I took up was precious and how he pops up around October, after them, she, her, and they. Soft ropes for a soft smile he decided he would be the big spoon and took me to get free tattoos why d

This is the story of how we fucked last night how it was loud how the trees were silent how the world seemed to spin and shake like a dryer on high vibrate how we switched to french with one small breath how I talk like a child and how you and the trees are ok with that how when you sighed my hammock answered and i listened closely for the chance to hear you say my name again

I miss my bunny so I listen to R and b but even songs about lemons melons, butts...cake wont bring my sad eyes back up so i use pressure on my back and thighs to soothe the aching that is now in my calves sore from twerking last night or holding up the person with all these heavy thoughts

The sky is blue Am I am too Wrapped up in my fuzzy jacket The train is coming soon I hope you will be too Nestled in my arms as we do with each other comforting holding listening to the beat of hearts we missed for so long my stomach feels grand and I wish to hold your hand because you see where I am going I smile at strangers And dance on the platform As the lady dressed in all white shakes her head at my feet on the seat